In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 423: Stone Palace
"Don't be stressed. Each opportunity is fleeting, but we can do it many times."

"You can probably count two numbers in your mind... one, two, just like that, and then hide the alien soul in this stone."

“I’ll handle the rest.”

Wang Jixuan was a little surprised when listening to Shen Qionglin's introduction.

"Is this all I have to do?"

Shen Qionglin nodded: "Instead of letting the two of us compete with each other, it would be better to let me take the lead in the matter, and you will be responsible for protecting your own soul."

"Okay... my soul and this stone won't end up in other planes, right?"

"Not enough energy."

Shen Qionglin said calmly:

"I have studied the Ina civilization's dimensional wall gap plan. The energy there is about thirty thousand times greater than what we are experiencing in this experiment."

Taoist Wang nodded calmly.

He looked at Shen Qionglin, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself, and Shen Qionglin seemed to know what he wanted to say and smiled indifferently.

"Don't worry about me, boss. I'm used to dealing with stress."

Shen Qionglin sighed softly:

"Over the years, the scientific research results I have contributed to human civilization are enough to offset the amount of resources I have wasted, and there is still a lot left over."

Wang Jixuan gave a thumbs up and walked straight to the deck of the sailboat without any pretense.

Although it is called a sailing ship, the sail is actually a pseudo-interstellar gate.

The two stargates lit up in sync.

Shen Qionglin slowly pushed the waist bar on the control panel in front of him.

Several high-level mechanical bodies appeared beside Shen Qionglin, as if they were afraid of an explosion and wanted to protect this precious scientific research brain of human society in the shortest possible time.

Wang Jixuan's alien soul wrapped around the Stone of the Past.

"Go to the marked spot below Gate No. 1."

"Ah."

"After I finish the countdown and say the word 'start', you will count silently twice and start letting the alien souls protect themselves. We must ensure that the energy of the time-space distortion hits the Stone of the Past."

"Okay, if it doesn't work once, you can try a few more times."

"Three, two, one. Go."

I go!

Two pseudo-interstellar gates opened instantly.

The space-time pipeline was established, and Wang Jixuan’s strange soul disappeared in an instant and was about to appear under Gate No. 2.

Just at this moment!
Taoist Priest Wang, wrapped in the strange soul of the Stone of the Past, drilled into the hole of the Stone of the Past.

He deliberately chose the hole where his second life slept, so that he could protect the remaining soul of his second life.

After all, this is just a strange soul. If you lose your strange soul, you can just rebuild a new one. The worst that can happen is that you will have to suffer as a bitter blade beast.

In that extremely short period of time when his alien soul shrank.

hum!
This space-time tube, which only existed for a few tenths of a second, lost the sensing function of both the front and rear doors.

The pipeline collapsed with a loud bang, and streams of space-time energies that were beyond the control and understanding of low-level cultivators and current human technology shot out like arcs of light blooming in the void.

Only a small part of the arc of light hit the Stone of the Past.

But just as Shen Qionglin's intuition described...

The Stone of the Past reacted!

This irregularly shaped stone with holes all over its surface suddenly burst into colorful light.

The rosy glow completely enveloped it and quickly extended in all directions. The turbulent space and time in this area immediately returned to calm.

Wang Jixuan's strange soul and the residual soul of his second life were driven out at the same time by the colorful rays of light.

Wang Jixuan was delighted and relieved when he saw this.

I am happy that this thing finally lights up;
He breathed a sigh of relief… He had really been worried that the Stone of the Past would be damaged.

"What did you do?"

The remnant soul of the second life transformed into the faint figure of an old man in a white robe, standing in the void and staring at the Stone of the Past with a frown.

Wang Jixuan did not answer immediately, but looked around.

The universe is too vast and the coverage of his spiritual awareness is limited.

However, when he saw the Earth and the Moon, he was slightly relieved to find that his alien soul was located between the Earth and the Moon and slightly closer to the Earth.

I'm glad I didn't get lost.

His alien soul raised his hand, and a spiritual power wrapped around the remnant soul of his second life and pulled it into the alien soul's body, then rushed towards the Stone of the Past.

The stone just continued to glow and there was no other reaction for the time being.

But Wang Jixuan felt that a powerful, pure spiritual power related to the Avenue of Time was awakening from the Stone of the Past...

"No," the voice of the Three Realms Wanderer sounded in the alien soul's head, "What did you do? Why don't you speak?"

"It's hard to explain in detail. I'm using the power of the Broken Spacetime Pipe to activate this Stone of the Past... and it really works."

Wang Jixuan joyfully explained the experiment briefly.

The Wanderer of the Three Realms was silent for a few seconds.

Wang Jixuan's alien soul had already approached the Stone of the Past and raised his hand to grab the Stone of the Past.

The Three Realms Wanderer suddenly said, "That Shen Qionglin must be trained with emphasis."

"Yes," Taoist Wang responded simply, and the alien soul was about to grab a corner of the Stone of the Past.

He was just about to say to the Three Realms Wanderer, "There's no need to say more about this matter," when he suddenly felt a strange sensation in his heart.

It was as if the stone was calling him.

in longing for him;

Want to get his response.

what's the situation?
Wang Jixuan hesitated for a second, and the alien soul frowned and held the Stone of the Past.

suddenly!

A powerful tearing force burst out, and Wang Jixuan's soul instantly turned into a beam of black light and drilled into the hole in the stone. The breath disappeared, and Wang Jixuan's body fell into a coma.

Along with the alien soul being taken away, his main consciousness and mind were also taken away.

The colorful rays of light surrounding the Stone of the Past illuminated the afterimage of the old man in white robe.

The remaining souls of the wanderers in the three realms were isolated.

He blinked and tried to move closer, but found that he had no way of getting close to the Stone of the Past.

The old soul suddenly felt like crying but had no tears.

What are you doing?
His consciousness could collapse at any time now, and the Stone of the Past won't allow him to store his remaining soul, so he will self-destruct in a few days.

But now he can't move or displace this stone, and it ignores the gravity of the earth and the moon.

"broken."

The corners of the Three Realms Wanderer's mouth twitched slightly, and then he laughed silently, sitting cross-legged in the void.

Just die, I’ve lived enough anyway.

Of course, the Wanderer of the Three Realms still hopes that his subordinates and partners from his third life can come to him as soon as possible so that he can live a little longer.

He also wanted to witness himself ascending to heaven.

Even he himself thought it was a luxury.

How free it is to become an immortal.

There are many hardships in this world, and the soul cannot find peace.

……

the other side.

Wang Jixuan frowned as he looked at the painting in front of him. His expression changed from astonishment to shock, and then he fell into an inexplicable sadness. This sad emotion was transmitted to him by this strange space.

Before his eyes was a fairy palace shrouded in white mist.

Immortal?
Yes, he felt that he was not wrong. This Taoist charm was the immortal charm that he had been pursuing but could not obtain.

The background of the painting is the boundless starry sky, with huge elliptical galaxies hanging in the pure black background. These huge galaxies are approaching each other, and it seems that after countless years they will collide and merge into one, blooming the most beautiful light and shadow in the void.

From far to near, one can see, in order, the rolling and rocky mountains, the white jade fairy palace built up with dozens of halls, the huge laurel tree beside the palace gate, and the half-real, half-virtual figure standing stupidly under the tree.

If that figure isn't him, then who else could it be?
Look at the painting yourself and be in the painting.

All kinds of wonderful insights arose in Wang Jixuan's heart.

After the Mahayana stage, he had actually no longer had any major breakthroughs in his understanding of the Dao, but at this moment, he actually found a completely new door.

What a good fate, what a wonderful fate.

Just for this one time, Wang Jixuan felt that all the trouble was completely worth it.

The Taoist priest closed his eyes to meditate. When he opened his eyes again, the painting was no longer in front of him. Instead, he saw the high walls of the fairy palace.

He turned his head to look at the laurel tree beside him. He saw that it took at least ten people to hug the trunk, and the trunk was covered with pale yellow "crystals" from the inside out.

Wang Jixuan suddenly remembered something.

Chang'e flew to the moon and Wu Gang chopped down trees.

He walked over curiously and walked around the laurel tree, but did not find any axe marks. Instead, he saw a piece of black iron on the ground.

The Taoist priest blinked and was about to put the thing away when he suddenly discovered that his alien soul was unable to call upon any storage magic weapon.

Not only that, he was unable to summon any strength at all. His spiritual power, soul power, demonic energy, spiritual consciousness, etc. seemed to have disappeared.

He was like a lonely soul, floating around here, unable to even get more than three feet off the ground.

Wang Jixuan's heart was burning with excitement, and he floated to the gate of the fairy palace.

The white jade door, which was several meters high, was ajar. On it was a vertical plaque with three large Chinese characters written in a flamboyant style.

Taoist Wang tilted his head.

He... doesn't know him.

This seemed to be the pattern of the great Dao that needed to be carefully comprehended, but after Wang Jixuan stared at these large characters for a few seconds, he felt dizzy and had an obvious urge to vomit.

He quickly looked away, feeling speechless.

After all, he has the foundation of the Mahayana period, and it is not an exaggeration to call him a semi-immortal at the peak of his second life. However, he cannot even read the name of this place.

What is this?

The Taoist priest made up his mind, climbed up the stairs in front of the gate, and went straight into the half-open palace gate.

There were no obstructions and nothing unusual.

Behind the palace gate is a wide square, and in the distance is a main hall. Behind the main hall are twelve white jade stairs extending diagonally upward, and each staircase connects three to six palaces.

These palaces are arranged in a receding pattern, and themselves look like larger steps.

One third of the square is wrapped in laurel trees.

Wang Jixuan had not yet walked out of the shade of the laurel tree.

He looked around.

There are a varying number of side halls on each side, each of which is a structure with stone pillars and arches. Inside, one can see dance pavilions, singing stages, and a Huachi pool filled with fairy light.

The Taoist priest put his hands in his sleeves, and walked around curiously like a farmer who had just entered the city.

In the Huachi there is water condensed from the immortal light;
But just as his alien soul was about to go in for a bath, warning signs began to ring in his heart.

It will explode.

If there was even a drop of the water inside, his body would explode immediately.

The Taoist priest shook his head regretfully and took a few breaths of water vapor. He felt as if the alien soul was sublimated from head to toe. More insights arose in his heart, and the murderous and warlike nature of the alien soul was cleansed.

"What the hell is this place? Just a breath of air, is this all I can get?"

Wang Jixuan pursed his lips and frowned, then floated to another side hall.

He discovered that those purely decorative items seemed to be rare spiritual treasures in the world of immortal cultivation, not to mention the weapons displayed on some weapon racks.

It is unknown how long those weapons have existed, and Wang Jixuan's alien soul is completely unable to get within three meters.

Otherwise, his soul would be directly crushed by the murderous aura emitted by the weapon.

He arrived at the treasure mountain;
But Baoshan said to him, "You are too weak" and he couldn't even lift a grain of gold sand here.

Wang Jixuan could only smile bitterly.

Wow, the space that Shen Qionglin helped him open was really... too amazing.

Wang Jixuan reluctantly left the side halls full of treasures and floated towards the main hall in the center.

There are dozens of halls behind the main hall, and there may be more treasures inside.

On the way, Wang Jixuan kept thinking in his heart, was there a group of immortals who once lived here? Did these immortals spend their days drinking and having fun, reciting poems, practicing skills, and comprehending the truth?
He arrived at the open door of the main hall and was startled again.

The hall was filled with bones.

Thousands of bones were piled here, each of them maintaining a meditation posture. All people had three feet of space to place a cushion, and these bones just filled the entire hall.

Wang Jixuan was stunned there;

He stared at these bones as white as jade, his mind was empty and his heart was filled with confusion, as if he saw the long river of time and as if he caught a glimpse of a little fairy light.

Is it so good to become an immortal?

Why are there so many immortal bones here?

What did they go through?
From the looks of it, it seemed that he was sitting here peacefully, and there was no sign of fighting around him.

The clothes and stored treasures of each skeleton have "evaporated".

Wang Jixuan stood in front of the gate for a long time, then let out a long sigh, stood in front of the door, and bowed to the bones.

He didn't say anything, nor did he rashly step into the room. He just stood there stupidly, watching quietly.

Suddenly, Wang Jixuan saw a man and a woman.

They strolled through the starry sky, chatting and laughing, teasing each other, and walked to the end of the long river of time. Then they each found a place, sat down safely, and told their regrets and past, with their heads gradually lowered.

A feeling of 'unique sorrow of heaven and earth' surrounded Wang Jixuan's heart.

The thought came to his mind: "Why not just sit here and die?", and he sat down in a daze.

It was also okay, he was just an alien soul here. When the alien soul was disturbed by this thought and tried to become quiet, it suddenly woke up.

No, it seems like he was affected by the thoughts remaining on these immortal bones?
This was not an array formation, nor was it something intentional on the part of the owner of these white jade bones. It was just an inexplicable emotion that had been passed down for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, affecting him, a young cultivator who had not yet achieved immortality.

Wang Jixuan secretly felt lucky.

It was indeed a stroke of luck that his alien soul entered.

suddenly.

"Ugh--"

Wang Jixuan's hair stood on end.

He stared at the corner of the hall as if he had seen a ghost.

There was no other reason. This sigh was real. It was not a mark of time, nor was it the remnant of some magical power. It was just that his alien soul heard it.

The sigh came from a white jade skeleton in the corner.

The white jade bone slowly stood up, put its hands behind its back and walked forward slowly in front of Wang Jixuan, looking him up and down with a pair of empty skull eyes.

He spoke slowly, using the language commonly used in the cultivation world, and his voice could not be distinguished as male or female;

Although the tone was different, Wang Jixuan could roughly understand what he said.

"It's so hard to find a living being here, how could it be a demon cultivator?"

"forward!"

Just as Wang Jixuan was about to speak, the white jade bone lightly slapped out a palm, and Wang Jixuan's soul seemed to fall into a void in an instant. The scroll appeared in front of him again, and the scroll quickly floated away.

When Wang Jixuan's soul came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the Stone of the Past, crying uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)